CORDELLA

I was put in the same room with Sophia.

She was lying on the bed next to me, in cuffs. It took everything in me, all my years of practicing self-control and restraint, to hold back and not finish what I started with the dagger.

Isabella was a damn fool. Letting her live because she wanted her to suffer? That was bloody bullshit. She deserves death, a cruel, slow death, so she could feel the weight of everything she has done, and it would follow her even in death. It would haunt her even when she was dead and gone.

She shifted, and I gritted my teeth, my fists...